ic: continues because juan is being a Bro.

[maleborgia]

*okay guys do your brotherly love shit.

This Cesare is just in Canada dealing with this complicated.*

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[maleborgia]

Your grandson becomes canonized, Juan. If you would like, we might look up information on him, or we may leave it at that.

[foundjuanting]

[Stops.

Slightly tilts his head.]

He becomes a priest?

[maleborgia]

He becomes a saint.

[foundjuanting]

Show me.

[maleborgia]

Very well. *getting his laptop, going to do a search*

[foundjuanting]

[looking over his shoulder]

[maleborgia]

*wiki, get. It's talking about what a great dude your progeny was.*

[foundjuanting]

He really does become a saint...

[maleborgia]

I told you he did.

[foundjuanting]

If I interfered in their lives they wouldn't turn out this way... I will not be as good a person as a father as my wife will be a mother to them. If I take revenge, would I ruin their fates?

[maleborgia]

That would not surprise me in the slightest, especially with the kind of meddling you intended. If you must interfere, do so to assist them.

[foundjuanting]

[Give him a moment to think about it, or a few really]

[maleborgia]

*drinking his water. Damnit, juan, why you gotta ruin everything.*

[foundjuanting]

[How many saints have you grandfathered again?]

[It's more like a long while.]

Where do other people go from here?

[maleborgia]

Other worlds. I know one who was killed who plans to go to his own world's future.

[foundjuanting]

And in another world I would not be dead.

[maleborgia]

That is very likely, yes.

[foundjuanting]

...

Perhaps it is time that I moved on.

[maleborgia]

Perhaps it is.

[foundjuanting]

Do you know of any other worlds? I would know your suggestion for a place to travel.

[maleborgia]

I have not been to any others myself. Tell me what you seek and I will try to assist you.

[foundjuanting]

I want excitement, brother. I want to be able to ride endlessly through the cities and the fields, to gaze out on views as they are lit by the setting sun, to wallow through the debauchery of the cities, to hear life about me or...

[pauses, setting the cup down.]

Let us go riding, Cesare.

[maleborgia]

*raises his eyebrow for a moment, then sets down his own cup as well*

So soon? Very well.

[foundjuanting]

Go and saddle your horse, I will pack and meet you there.

[maleborgia]

Are you sure you would not like me to accompany you? I do not mind your company.